After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

The visitor was none other than Bo Sinian.

He walked in gracefully, shrouded in the night. His tall figure cut through the surrounding noise, and he exuded a cold and dignified aura. He entered her sight with his magnificent appearance.

Song Zhaoyun could hardly contain her excitement at his arrival; she almost wanted to get up immediately and rush towards him.

"Oh, it seems like President Bo is here. Do you think he'll be jealous seeing you on a blind date with me?" Bo Sinian's appearance seemed to ignite the competitive spirit of the man opposite him. He smiled wickedly, then got up and sat down next to Song Zhaoyun, putting his arm around her.

Song Zhaoyun abruptly broke free, immediately stood up, and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Chengye pulled her back into her seat, his grip on her waist pressing her back down. He said ambiguously, "I'm trying to help you. If President Bo still cares about you, he'll get you out of this predicament."

Song Zhaoyun was persuaded. Her eyes trembled slightly as she gazed at Bo Sinian with longing and anticipation.

However, Bo Sinian only noticed the commotion, glanced over indifferently, and then looked away, heading straight for the private room.

Song Zhaoyun's heart sank like a boulder rolling downhill, instantly sinking into an abyss.

Bo Sinian clearly saw her and the situation she was facing, but he chose to ignore it.

"Tsk tsk, have you come to terms with reality yet? Bo Sinian is ignoring you." Jiang Chengye said dismissively.

Song Zhaoyun's face paled several shades, and he completely gave up hope.

Not far away, Li Zehui took in the whole scene.

A meaningful smile played on his lips as he quietly pondered the intricacies of the situation, a knowing glint of amusement appearing in his eyes.

Back when he and Song Jin were on a blind date, Bo Sinian secretly sabotaged it, and then left with the comment, "I am her ex-husband."

He was so frightened that he quickly retreated.

Bo Sinian's actions were clearly meant to tell him, "You dare to mess with my people?"

In contrast, Bo Sinian remained completely unmoved by Song Zhaoyun's current treatment.

It's easy to imagine which was more important to Bo Sinian.

Song Zhaoyun was still arguing with Jiang Chengye.

Rationally, she desperately needs someone to help her seize the Song family's assets.

During this time, she realized that the Song family was actually just a mess.

Over the years, Song Guangming has transferred a lot of assets out of the country. That's why he was so generous when he gave her the Song Group shares.

She naively believed that Song Guangming doted on her immensely. In reality, he merely wanted to use her to keep Bo Sinian, his son-in-law, in check.

But she simply couldn't accept Jiang Chengye's appearance.

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Can't you see the situation clearly? Do you think you're some high and mighty rich girl? Do you really think you're more noble than those women who have a price tag? Think it through next time before you come out to sell yourself." Jiang Chengye sneered, his words vulgar and harsh, each word filled with humiliation, hitting her hard.

In her anger and embarrassment, Song Zhaoyun's gaze inadvertently swept to the doorway, where she saw Song Jinye and Shen Yanzhi leading Bo Yi and Shen Jiuran in. Beside Shen Yanzhi was a beautiful woman with an exceptional temperament who looked somewhat familiar... Oh, she remembered, it was Zeng Ling!

She remembered Zeng Ling was fifty, right? How could she look so young? Standing next to Song Jin, they didn't look like mother and daughter at all; they looked like sisters.

She had heard rumors that the person who married Shen Yanzhi was not Song Jinye, but Zeng Ling, but she didn't believe it.

How could the gentle and elegant Shen Yanzhi possibly be interested in the aging and faded Zeng Ling?

But now, Zeng Ling's appearance has slapped her in the face.

Clean and elegant, her appearance unchanged, her temperament captivating, it's as if time has never brought her a single worry, but rather carefully preserved her beauty. Having lived half a lifetime, Zeng Ling has instead cultivated a clear and composed aura, making her beauty even more profound.

So their family had made an appointment with Bo Sinian?

Did they have a happy family reunion?

What does it mean that she followed Bo Sinian for so many years?

Song Zhaoyun was furious.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her eyes swollen with intense resentment, her gaze fixed on them.

Why does Song Jin also have such a beautiful mother?

Why is it that Zeng Ling, at fifty years old, can marry a man like Shen Yanzhi, who is one in a million in terms of looks, family background, and personality, while she, young and beautiful, has to be picked and chosen by a sleazy man like Jiang Chengye and suffer his verbal insults?

Why is it that their family is in complete chaos, while theirs can enjoy a happy and harmonious time at a high-end hotel?

The immense sense of loss was like a thorny needle piercing her heart, and her mind was now completely filled with bitterness and resentment.

She stood up and walked step by step to Song Jinye, blocking her way. "Song Jinye, you're very smug right now, aren't you?"

Song Jin never expected to run into her here, and felt a sense of bad luck.

"Mom, Lao Shen, you take the two kids to the private room first."

Shen Yanzhi looked around and, finding nothing unusual, felt relieved.

"If anything happens, just shout." He was afraid that Song Zhaoyun's visit was ill-intentioned.

Song Jin nodded, and only after seeing them enter the private room did he begin to confront Song Zhaoyun directly.

She hadn't seen Song Zhaoyun for a while, and before she could even settle accounts with him, he had already come forward to provoke her.

"If it weren't for your stirring up trouble and doing evil, I would probably be even more pleased with myself." Song Jin also stared at her with eyes as cold as a deep pool, a layer of frost covering his fair face.

"You! Have you made up with Bo Sinian?" Song Zhaoyun asked, still feeling indignant.

"This is none of your business. Can you move aside?" Song Jin also exuded an aura of unapproachable authority. "If you're too idle and want to experience communal living, I can grant your wish anytime."

The thought of those inhuman days in the detention center changed Song Zhaoyun's expression.

A sudden panic gripped her, and she instinctively took a half-step back. The resentment she had been harboring had subsided, and her aggressive demeanor had quietly faded away.

Song Jin didn't say anything more, and walked straight past her towards the private room.

Song Zhaoyun stood frozen in place, his previously forced composure completely crumbling.

Song Jin did not make an appointment with Bo Sinian.

It was purely coincidental that the two of them were having dinner at this restaurant tonight.

Shen Yanzhi and Zeng Ling are about to embark on their honeymoon, so tonight's event can be seen as Song Jin's farewell party for the two of them.

"You two go and enjoy your life together. I'll take good care of Xiao Jiu."

For Song Jinye, taking care of one child is the same as taking care of two. Besides, both children are quite well-behaved.

Bo Sinian was pulled over by Bo Yi midway through the process.

The little girl was playing at the entrance of the private room when she saw Bo Sinian making a phone call. She raised her arm, waved her little hand, and excitedly called out, "Daddy, are you coming to eat too? Over here!"